winter: books with christmas lights
spring: books in grass
summer: books at the beach
autumn: books with leaves
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“Learning is a right. Reading brings you to new worlds,” said Octavia Loving, a 17-year-old student at Special Music High School, as she stood amid the stacks at Countee Cullen Library in Harlem, one of the neighborhoods with the highest concentration of children with blocked cards, according to library officials. “They shouldn’t block us from reading because of money.”
On Thursday, the city’s three library systems — the New York Public Library, which serves Manhattan, the Bronx and Staten Island; the Queens Library; and the Brooklyn Public Library — will forgive all fines for children 17 and under and unblock their cards. The one-time amnesty is being underwritten by the JPB Foundation, a philanthropy that supports civic causes, which will make up $2.25 million of the shortfall in revenue from the forgiven fines.
クリスマスですがそらるさんとふたりでフグを食べにきました クリスマスですがそらるさんとふたりでフグを食べにきました クリスマスですが
Its Christmas, however Soraru-san and I have come to eat puffer-fish
Its Christmas, however Soraru-san and I have come to eat puffer-fish
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Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era - Final Scene
so i just got the books today and i couldn’t resist inflicting pain sharing this with everyone.
major dark era spoilers, obviously!
You know what really fucking bothers me about school in general?
It took away my passion.
Before high school I loved to read. I devoured books over and over, stayed up reading with a flashlight when I needed to know what happened next chapter, cherished every book and refused to crack their spines.
Now I can’t remember the last time I read a real book. In English class they would assign us Great Gatsby and Frankenstein and Heart of Darkness and Grapes of Wrath and I couldn’t bring myself to read a single one. Too many things to do, not enough time. Reading became a burden, not an escape.
So I just stopped. I stopped reading every second I had free time. I stopped picking up books in the bookstore. I gave away half my collection. I keep saying “I’ll get back into it soon” but it’s been years.
I stopped reading because I was being forced to read books I wasn’t interested in, and now I’m being forced to read 200 pages a week from textbooks to not fail my classes. I stopped reading because school killed that passion.
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Mikado in Durarara!!SH3
The next day. Midmorning. Raira Academy Library.
On the day that began the second half of the long holiday, Yahiro, who had volunteered as a library committee member to help organise the bookshelves, made his way to school.
Perhaps many people had free schedules; a third of the members were able to participate, and they went to and fro between the library and the librarian’s office, tidying the library.
There was less work to be done than expected, and at this pace they would likely be done before the morning was over.
A thought occurred to Yahiro, and he approached the club president during their break time.
“Um, President?”
“Hey, Mizuchi-kun. What’s up?”
“Do you… know about the Slasher case?”
“…More or less, I guess? Since it happened awhile after I started here.”
The club president wore a friendly smile as he said this. Yahiro asked further,
“There’s the Slugger going around now, right? Do you think it could be… the same person?”
“Hmmm, why do you think that?”
“I’ve been scared that the Slugger will attack me, so I’ve been running through all these things in my head…”
After a moment of hesitation, Yahiro told the club president directly,
“I… think the Slugger isn’t just one person.”
“And why do you think that?”
“…You might think I’m weird saying this, but I’ve been thinking about strategies if the Slugger attacks, all this time, and I looked up about all the different attacks… I couldn’t think of one succinct solution. Like there was a detail missing…”
Perhaps he was curious about what his junior was saying, lacking in confidence as it sounded; the club president replied while opening the window,
“Strategies… as in what to do if you’re attacked?”
“Ah, yeah. …You might think I’m weird.”
“No way. It’s never bad to be prepared. Though I suppose the best strategy would be not to go out at night.”
It was airtight logic. Yahiro went silent.
He felt slightly guilty that he was initiating involvement with the Slugger.
“So, how do you think the Slasher is related to this?”
“Ah, right. I heard there were rumours that the Slasher was a coordinated group of people… And there were people saying it was a gang war, too. Something called the Dollars, and the Yellow Scarves… Do you know about that?”
“Yeah, a little.”
The club president smiled faintly. Yahiro elaborated on his theory.
“I thought maybe a mixed group like the Dollars could be working together for a common objective. That might account for the different methods used in the attacks…”
“They might not even have a common objective.”
“Huh?”
Yahiro tilted his head at the sudden statement.
The library committee president brushed the accumulated dust from the books out of the window, and said, evenly,
“What if there are multiple Sluggers with completely different goals? It doesn’t matter which is the original and which is the copycat. In this case, if you only look at the resulting crimes, then it’s natural to be unable to come up with a distinct profile for the culprit.”
“I see… That is a possibility.”
“I think the police must have long realised this already, though. Even just looking at the victims, there’s an inordinate number of gangsters.”
“Ah, my friend said that too.”
Yahiro remembered the conversation with Himeka, and in his mind things slowly became clear.
“Mm. I think you can think of the Slugger targeting gangsters as a separate person for the time being. If you assume that, do you still feel weird when you think about your strategies?”
“…”
After being told this, Yahiro relooked information with his smartphone, and re-simulated his strategies to deal with a Slugger attack.
As a result—the criminal’s behavioral patterns synchronised for at least the attacks on gangsters, and he was able to develop acceptable counter-strategies.
“…Thanks so much, President. I’ll think about it.”
“Thinking is fine, but don’t put yourself in danger, yeah?”
The club president said this as he smiled and closed the window, almost as though he had seen through Yahiro.
Yahiro bowed his head again, and just then the school bell chimed, signalling the end of their recess.
“Oh, is it time? It’s weird to hear the school bell ringing during the holidays.”
The club president smiled, and as he returned to his work, he looked at Yahiro and said,
“There’s one thing you don’t need to worry about. I don’t think it’s related to the Slasher.”
“? Okay.”
Was there anything to be relieved about if it wasn’t the Slasher?
Despite thinking this, Yahiro decided that perhaps knowing the criminal was not armed with a knife was indeed a relieving prospect.
While Yahiro rationalised this in his own mind, the club president smiled wryly and added,
“Well, it’s just a gut feeling, though.”
After Yahiro had gone, the library committee president looked back at the window, and exhaled.
He touched the multiple stab wounds in his abdomen under his uniform, and he—Ryugamine Mikado—murmured softly,
“The Voices are mostly gone… But it still affect my eyes, huh.”
Looking at his own reflection in the windowpane, a small smile came onto his face.
At first, bitter. But then his smile grew reassured.
By giving himself over to the Curse of Saika temporarily, he had ascertained one thing—that the same curse was not active elsewhere in Ikebukuro.
The curse had entered him when in the past, a man possessed by Saika had stabbed him repeatedly.
By now little of it remained, but he was able to use it at least to detect other traces of the curse.
Finding those traces faint in the district, and hence confirming that his loved one was not involved in the Slugger incidents, reassured him like nothing else.
It was as if, just by knowing that, he saw no need to step into the underworld of Ikebukuro.Meanwhile, Yahiro returned to his own workstation, thinking about the club president.
—Ryugamine-sempai’s eyes looked really red just now…
—Maybe he’s been working since before the rest of us came in.
—I have to work hard, too…
With this, Yahiro went back to his own work. Not only his work as a library committee member, but as Snake Hands.
Oblivious to the echoes of the extraordinary beside him.Durarara!!SH×3: Chapter 3 (+Interlude) – POPSICLETE
christmas eve what about christmas adam
happy christmas adam to all men’s rights activists
Please stop pestering us with things like this. This has nothing to do with men fighting for their rights. Eve is short for ‘evening’. Please don’t turn activism into a joke. Thanks.
Someone isn’t having a good christmas adam
Christmas Adam: December 23rd. Comes before Christmas Eve and is generally unsatisfying.